I apologise for this taking so long; school work and everything has been keeping me busy (advice for British students: do not choose triple science! Although, if you're young enough to not have chosen your GCSE options yet, you're too young to read this. It didn't stop me at that age, but I feel I should add that you shouldn't.)

Also, I am British as you can most likely tell. I'm trying to make this as American as possible, but I don't completely understand the American education system. If you're a proud American wondering why they're taking GCSE style exams, please just pretend it's for whatever you guys actually do. Okay.


Katniss waited nervously, perched on the edge of her bed. Since the call had ended, she'd combed her hair, braided it, brushed her teeth, washed her face, put a bra on, applied mascara, washed her hands and tidied her room, and now the nerves were beginning to start.

She sighed, wondering if Peeta had changed his mind about coming to see her. It had been about twenty minutes since the call had ended; he was five minutes away by car, fifteen by foot. She knew his brother had left his car at their house while he was at college since it would have been too expensive to take it over, but Peeta was forbidden from using this even though he had his licence. Maybe he couldn't find the keys, or his brother has taken them with him. Katniss might have giggled at the image of Peeta sprinting through the streets to her house if she wasn't so anxious.

He'd definitely changed his mind. He'd realised he was just horny and alone and she was just there at the time to satisfy him...

She shook her head, chiding herself for thinking that about her best friend. She knew he'd never do that to her, or any girl.

Then why was he taking so long?

Just as she began to consider calling him, she heard a frantic knock at the door.

She flew down the stairs, heart pounding, a smile forming on her face. When she reached the door she threw it open, revealing her panting best friend. She saw his brother's red Volvo parked in her driveway. His blonde hair was a complete mess, like he'd been running his fingers through it repeatedly. He wore a plain white t-shirt and blue tartan pyjama bottoms, his eyes were wide, and his mouth was wide open as he breathed heavily.

She opened her mouth to greet him, but instead he slammed her into the wall adjacent to them, pressing his body tightly against hers. She heard the heavy slam of the door as he kicked it shut behind him, concealing them from prying neighbours - the last thing she needed was her mother getting a phone call in the middle of the night telling her that her daughter was inviting boys over. His mouth smashed into hers, moving against it quickly and roughly. His teeth scraped against her bottom lip and he grabbed her thighs, yanking her up his body so their lips met more easily. She took the opportunity to wrap her legs around his hips and he lifted her without difficulty, shuffling so his hand reached the back of her neck, forcing their mouths closer.

She gasped as she felt the thick, hard outline of his cock press against the smooth skin of her thigh; he grinned against her mouth, his hot breath reaching the back of her throat. He moved his lips to nibble and lick and tear at the skin of her neck, pressing his erection into her centre.

"Sorry I'm late, baby. Couldn't find my brother's car keys at first, then I couldn't find any condoms. Fuck," he cursed, pressing their foreheads together and looking down at her body. "Look at you."

His eyes met hers properly for the first time that night, dark and heavy, and he lurched forward to kiss her again. The kiss was rough and needy, and she felt a shudder go down her spine when his hand slid into her hair. His hand reached for her breast, palming and squeezing it slowly.

"You're wearing a bra," he breathed. "You weren't wearing a bra earlier."

He held her gaze accusingly, and she found herself stammering, "Sorry."

"You will be when I spank you for it later."

She felt her eyelids flutter with heady arousal.

"Katniss Everdeen likes dirty talk," he repeated from earlier. He pressed his forehead against hers. "You don't realise how perfect that is, Kat."

"Please, Peeta, can we go to my room?"

"Maybe later," he said, eyes flickering dangerously. "I might want to eat your pussy on every surface of this house first."

Her eyes widened, partly in shock and partly in arousal. He snickered.

"Just kidding. One day."

He suddenly turned, holding his hand out to her, his pink lips still in a smirk. She rolled her eyes slightly and placed her hand in his, and he pulled her up the staircase after him.

As soon as they reached her bedroom, his gentlemanly courtesy was gone; he grabbed her hips and they fell onto her bed together. He propped himself up on his elbows and smoothed his hands down the outline of her body, his lips never leaving hers. His lips were as soft as they looked and as they moved leisurely against hers. Katniss's eyes slid closed. Kissing him was nothing like she'd imagined. He was gentle, but demanding and rough at the same time. There was an ache at the base of Katniss's stomach that made her clasp her hands around his neck, pulling him even harder against her. As she pulled his lower lip into her own mouth, rubbing it gently, something in him seemed to snap. His kisses were suddenly even more intense, his hold on her became more vice-like as he pulled her against him.

Peeta's hands skimmed her waist, and he flipped her over as if she weighed nothing. His hands skimmed her ass as her knees pressed against his hips. He pulled back suddenly, swallowing hard, cupping her face in his hands.

"Jesus, Katniss."

He tilted his head forward again and kissed her bottom lip, his tongue tracing the seam of her mouth.

"I've dreamt of this for years. I want you to understand how long I've wanted this," he whispered against her lips, causing heat to flood in Katniss's core. His flicked her hard nipple over the fabric of her thin shirt. She ran her hands over his t-shirt clad chest as leant back again to watch her fingers stroke the ridges of his stomach. She looked up at him shyly and his eyes darkened.

He pulled the bottom of her t-shirt up, exposing her midriff. He pushed her forward so her back was to her mattress, her head hitting her pillow with a soft thud. He reached under her arched back and unclasped her bra; he slid the blue straps down her shoulders and down her arms, dragging the cups from underneath the blazing yellow Batman symbol on the shirt she wore with a flourish. He raised his eyebrows at it, almost appraisingly before shoving it to the floor. Katniss felt very, very bare, despite her breasts still being hidden from view by Peeta's borrowed shirt. His mouth and tongue moved over her stomach, nipping and kissing the soft skin. His hands curled under the back of her knees as he nuzzled up her stomach, dipping his tongue into her bellybutton. As his tongue flicked at the undersides of her breasts, she let out a low, desperate whimper.

"Fuck, I love the sounds you make," he growled against her stomach, sending shivers down her spine.

Suddenly, he pulled her up so he could kiss her frantically, grabbing fistfuls of her body. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him closer to her so that they were pressed together tightly. They stayed like that for a long moment, passionately kissing with her body pressed against his. Slowly, her body became aware of an evident thickness pressed between them. Never before had she been in this position; she'd never even kissed a boy before tonight. But there she was, pressed against her best friend, kissing him fervently as his erection pressed against her stomach.

His lips broke contact with hers and she let out a small noise of protest, which quickly turned into a low moan when he moved his lips along her jaw. She moved her hand from his shoulders so that both hands were now linked around his neck, holding him against her throat as he kissed the tender skin. She lost her train of thought as he began to suck the hollow of her throat, sending shivers down the entire side of the body. She fleetingly wondered if his ministrations would leave any bruises. She hissed a curse under her breath. Katniss swore she felt his erection swell even more beneath her at her curse and she moaned. Peeta grabbed her hips harder to steady her and pushed himself hard against her, snapping his hips like he was fucking her.

"Do you fucking like that, baby?" he asked jaggedly as her head lolled back in pleasure. "God, this is a thousand times better than I ever imagined. You have the hottest little body I've ever seen, kitten." He pushed her t-shirt up so it was bunched up under her chin; despite feeling completely unsexy in that position, Peeta didn't seem to mind as long as her tits were naked and close to his face.

Her nipples pointed towards him and she could feel his warm breath swirling across the sensitive nubs. With a wolfish smile he took one of the pink tips into his mouth, pulling at the plump flesh with his teeth. The contrast of his warm, wet mouth around her breasts, licking and sucking, and his roughened hands making their way along her bare thighs sent a wave of shivers down her body. She couldn't help the frenzied sounds that escaped her mouth as he sucked. His hardness pressing against the apex of her parted thighs, his movements of rocking against her were unlike anything she'd ever felt before.

He rolled over and shifted them, grabbing her right leg as he did and lifting her so that she was positioned with a leg on either side of his lap, straddling him. She ground against him slightly, almost unconsciously, and he let out a low groan. He pulled her so that their chests were flush against each other and kissed her fiercely, sending shivers down her body. He lifted her so that her legs were wrapped tightly around his hips.

He broke the kiss to get rid of his shirt, but his arms got tangled between their bodies and he needed help getting rid of it. Katniss laughed and helped tug it over his head before throwing it to the floor. The tips of his ears burned red, and she laughed again and ran her hands over his chest. His skin was feverishly hot, stretched over hard, corded muscle. The ridges in his stomach rippled as she slowly trailed her fingertips over him.

His mouth found hers again, kissing her deeply as his hands made their way under her loose shirt and fluttered over her sensitive stomach. His fingertips brushed the undersides of her breasts and she moaned with lust.

"Be patient, baby, or I'll have to spank you," he said gruffly, running his fingers gently over her pebbled nipple.

His words shocked her into silence for a few seconds; before tonight, she'd never imagined such erotic, suggestive words, leaving his mouth. Not that she was complaining. At all.

She gasped slightly as he yanked her shirt over her head in one fluid motion, leaving her chest naked before him. Her hands automatically moved to cover herself, but with lightning-fast reflexes his hands shot out and pinned her wrists behind her back.

She cried out in shock and pleasure as he lowered his mouth and sucked at her nipple tenderly again. He swirled his tongue around it tantalizingly before tugging it into his mouth, eliciting a soft gasp from Katniss.

"Katniss, you don't know how long I've wanted to do this to you," he breathed as he began flicking his tongue across the tip of her bud.

His large hands slid down her body and she shivered lightly. His mouth travelled back up to hers and she wrapped her arms around him, pressing her body into his.

"Peeta, could you…" She trailed off, embarrassed and unsure of how to continue.

"Can I what, baby?" He smiled at her kindly.

"Could- oh, I-"

"Please, just say it, Katniss. Don't be embarrassed. I'll do anything you want me to."

She looked into his eyes shyly. "Could you talk to me like you did on the phone?"

His eyes darkened and his smile turned cocky. "Fuck, yes. I didn't know if it would be a bit too intense in person."

"No, it was- I really like it, Peeta. Who knew?"

"Who knew you're such a kinky little slut, right?" he grinned. Katniss's eyes grew wider.

He kissed along her jaw, his mouth creeping his way up to her ear.

"Do you want to know a secret, Katniss?"

"Yes," she breathed.

"It's very dirty. I'm not sure such an innocent little girl like you could take it."

"I can take it, Peeta. Please," she begged.

"I've wanted you for a very, very long time now. Quite an embarrassing amount of time, actually." His thumbs trailed symmetrically across each breast. "Every night, I've pictured you on your knees, hands tied behind your back, sucking my cock. Or blindfolded, strapped to my bed as I taste your sweet little pussy. Most of all I've imagined fucking you. Very, very hard. Every night, Katniss. Sometimes it worried me, how much I wanted you. You'd do tiny little things like blush if I looked at you for too long or laugh at a stupid joke or lean back in your chair and all I could imagine was you underneath me, or bouncing in my lap, or bent over my knee." His heavy breathing matched Katniss's. "Does that worry you, Katniss? Do you still want me to carry on?"

"Yes," she nearly moaned.

"You don't mind that I have a kinky side when it comes to sex? You don't mind that I want to tie you up and spank you?"

She leant back, expecting to see his cocky smile sitting confidently on his face. Instead, it was laced with worry.

"No, I don't mind. I know you won't hurt me."

"Good," he said, his grin returning.

He rubbed the pad of his thumb roughly across her lower lip, intentionally wetting it on the tip of her tongue as she gasped. Suddenly, his mouth was on hers in a searing, wet, brutal kiss. She moaned into him and he deepened their kiss, ravaging her lips mercilessly; licking, biting, tasting, with her desperately trying to meet the insistent stroke of his tongue with her own.

His mouth moved down to her rosy nipple, alternating between sucking and touching the sensitive point with the tip of his tongue. Her hand clenched in his hair harder, and his other hand went to her other breast, pinching and twisting the second nipple until it was as hard as the first. Her shorts were drenched now, and the friction of rubbing her legs together was unbearable.

He pushed her from him roughly, shuffling to the edge of the bed and standing. She shrieked as he yanked her hips to the edge of the bed, sinking to his knees in front of her. Her legs enveloped his head as he bowed to brush soft kisses along her thighs.

"Do you want me to taste you, Katniss?" he teased, his cool breath fluttering over her feverish skin.

"Yes."

He pouted. "Prove it. Tell me how much you want me to."

"Please, Peeta, I-I've…" She hesitated, uncertain. "I, um, I've had fantasies about you, too."

He cocked an eyebrow, surprised but interested.

"Sometimes I'd go to bed and… touch myself. At first, it was just to try it out, but after the first few times, I kept imagining it was you. I felt guilty and a bit wrong, because you're my best friend and it seemed a bit… pervy. But in the end I just kept touching myself."

His eyes were wide as he looked up at her. Katniss felt a bit vulnerable in their position – he was knelt between her widened legs, her ankles dangling over her shoulders – and she felt bare, even with her shorts still on.

"Are you saying," he began slowly, "that at night, you'd rub your pussy, all alone, pretending it was me touching you instead of your fingers?"

Katniss could barely nod her head to reply.

"And while you were doing that, I was stroking my cock in my bedroom, pretending it was your hot little mouth or pussy?"

"Yes," she breathed.

"Fuck," he said, a hint of annoyance in his voice as he shook his head.

"What?"

"It's just frustrating. If I'd only told you how I felt sooner, we could've done this a long time ago. You could've been my girlfriend by now."

Her eyes widened considerably; she blushed to the tips of her ears.

"Peeta?" she whispered.

His cheeks had turned pink, too. "We'll talk about the details later, baby. I'm going to go fucking insane if I don't eat your pussy soon."

She giggled softly as he grinned at her wolfishly

"God, I can smell you from here, princess. I bet you taste as good as you smell. Lift your hips."

Her shorts joined their shirts on the floor. He pressed a wet kiss to her clit, making her hips and stomach jump. He cupped her flesh with a firm hand, stroking the wet folds repeatedly with his thumb. He sucked in a breath.

"You are so fucking wet," he said softly, his voice strained. "Is this for me, baby?" He moved his hand just barely and she bucked against him with a cry.

"Shit," he hissed, "I'm gonna make you scream for me, Katniss."

She moaned and fisted her hands in his hair, almost unconsciously trying to draw his mouth down to where her body needed him most.

"Please," she whispered, panting in anticipation.

"Please, what?" he asked blithely, tauntingly. "Do you want me to taste you?"

"Yes!"

"Do you want me to lick you, Katniss? Do you want me to put my tongue in your pussy?" His thumb flicked over her bundle of nerves, causing her hips to snap violently.

"Yes!" she cried again. She was nearly mindless with need, her legs trembling from pent up desire.

"Tell me to fuck you, Katniss," he demanded evenly, applying the most minuscule pressure with his fingers. "Tell me to fuck you with my tongue."

"Please, Peeta!" she moaned. "Fuck me with your tongue! Please!"

The first contact of his hot tongue made her back arch and a cry tear from her throat. She was lost to everything but the surreal pleasure of Peeta's tongue as it licked and sucked at her wet centre. His tongue delved deeper into her core with sharp thrusts that made her jerk in response, moaning softly with each pass of his tongue.

She heard the cry that was ripped from her throat when his tongue flattened over her pussy but she didn't realise right away that it was her. His lips closed around her clit and he sucked while swirling his tongue over it. He began to lick tiny circles around the swollen nub.

The cries coming from her mouth were starting to sound almost tragic and she could feel her knees starting to shake. She felt the pressure building deep inside her, warmth radiating out as her breathing became shorter, gasping as she reached desperately for her climax. She emitted a series of unintelligible moans and mewls, her stomach and legs tightening and she began to ride the waves of bliss.

He wiped his mouth on his hand – a gesture that was oddly attractive – and smirked. "Liked that, baby?"

She stood up on wobbly legs, trying to forget the fact that she was completely naked. His eyes travelled down her body appreciatively.

"Stand up. Please."

He raised his eyebrows but did as he was told.

She dropped to her knees, her fingers moving to his belt buckle. His breath stopped as she wiggled the button of his jeans from its confines and slid his trousers down his hips, her eyes never leaving his. He stepped out of them and kicked them to the side.

"You're gonna suck my cock, you little slut?" The body part he spoke of was prominent and very, very hard, pushing against his boxer shorts.

She brought her hand up to take his erection in her hand, but he stopped her.

"Two seconds, baby."

He left her, knelt on the floor submissively, and strolled around her room. He searched around for something unknown, lifting objects and opening drawers. Finally, he brought a school tie out of her wardrobe and crouched in front of her.

"Mind if I use this?" he asked, smirking.

"Are you going to blindfold me?" She had to admit that the thought scared her a little bit, because she wanted to at least be able to see the first time she gave a blow job. He chuckled.

"No, princess. I'm going to tie your hands behind your back, if you'll let me?"

Her shoulders sagged with relief. "Yes, that's fine."

He took her mouth in a long, wet kiss. Reaching behind her, he wrapped the tie around her wrists and secured her wrists together. Her breasts pushed out, heaving with her heavy pants, and he nodded to himself, admiring his handiwork.

He stood up, taking his cock into his fist and stroking it leisurely. It was long and thick, and stood to attention. She watched it studiously.

"You like my dick, do you, baby? You're a little cockslut?"

He guided his erection to her mouth and she licked the tip slowly. He hissed, long and low, and moved his hands, waiting for her to continue.

She moved her mouth along his length, taking a little bit more of him inside her mouth until she couldn't take any more. She swirled her tongue along the length of him, closing her eyes. His hands moved to her hair, his hands scratching her scalp as he steered her mouth along his cock. His hips thrust back and forth, forcing more of himself into her, but never too much.

Katniss dragged her tongue slowly up the length of him as he released a deep sigh and tightened his grip on her hair. Her eyes opened and locked with hers as she sucked in her cheeks, creating a suction that drove him crazy.

"You look so fucking hot right now, sweetheart. Absolutely gorgeous. I wish I could freeze this moment and live in it forever," he choked out through soft hisses and grunts.

When he thought he couldn't take it anymore, he spoke in a strangled voice.

"That's enough for now," he said shakily, pulling himself out of her.

"Was I okay?" she asked, her voice quieter than it had been all night.

"More than okay- that was fucking amazing," he said, his voice slightly shaky. Katniss blushed.

He took her hand unbound her wrists. He pulled her up so she was standing, and then scooped her into his arms. He wrapped his hands around her shoulders, and her legs wrapped around his waist, her sensitive centre grinding against him. He lowered her to her bed and hovered above her, grinning.

"Relax, sweetheart," he told her, easing his middle finger inside of her, hissing at how wet she was for him. "That's it, baby girl," he murmured, his eyebrows furrowed together. "God, you're so fucking tight."

A condom wrapper was clutched in his other hand and he ripped it open, sliding it down his length efficiently. Katniss laughed as he positioned himself at the juncture of her thighs.

"I, er- This is my first time, too, Katniss. If I mess up-"

"Shut up. Like I'm going to care."

He laughed, his nervousness fading. "Sorry to be such a mood killer, but I know some girls can be a bit particular about their first time. You want me to be gentle, or like… how I was on the phone? You pick, baby."

"As long as you're not too rough – physically - I'll take the phone option, please."

He smirked and kissed her roughly. She responded enthusiastically, gasping as he ran his hands over her breasts.

He took himself in his hand and positioned the head of his cock at her opening. He slid in inch by inch, gritting his teeth at the sensation of her warm, wet tightness. Katniss's eyebrows furrowed as he slowly stretched her.

"Are you okay?" he grunted.

"Give me a sec," she whispered. At first it felt like a sharp pain, but it was now a very dull ache. When the pain had worn away, she told him to move.

By way of answer, he drew out of her and slowly slid back in, and her eyes fluttered shit at the incredible friction it caused. "Tight," he groaned. "You're so fucking tight."

He continued thrusting in and out until they discovered their rhythm. The pain had evaporated, now replaced with intense pleasure that Katniss had never experienced.

"Look at you, Katniss, look at you. You fucking love my cock sliding into you, don't you? I told you I'd take what's mine and fuck you, and here I am." His breathing grew more rapid, adding an increasing urgency to his words. "Fuck, Katniss. So fucking tight… We fit together so perfectly… Like we were fucking made for each other…"

Peeta drove into her deeply, and her hands clutched desperately at his shoulders. His fingers were clinging so tightly to her hips they would probably leave bruises, but Katniss couldn't care less. When his thrusts become less controlled, Katniss knew they were both close and tilted her hips up to meet each one of his desperate thrusts. Desperate mewls and moans escaped her parted lips.

Finally, the building pressure exploded within her and Peeta gave three final, frantic thrusts. With a cry of, "Peeta!" her body exploded into oblivion. He followed her, cursing and hissing her name.

Breathing heavily, he pressed his lips to hers and then to her damp forehead. He rolled over, withdrawing from her. She whimpered softly.

"I love the sounds you make," he told her, pressing two quick kisses to her lips before walking to the bin in the corner of the room and disposing of the condom, shamelessly naked.

"God, you're gorgeous," he murmured as he looked down at her. He gathered her into his lap and his mouth met hers. The kiss was rough and needy, and she felt a shudder go through her when his hands slid into her hair. He tilted his head to deepen the kiss. Her hand clutched his bicep and they were both gasping when he pulled away.

"Bed time, I think."